There was plenty of the "grama" grass growing along the banks of the rivulet, and that with the water was all they cared for to make them contented and happy.
"The Boy Hunters"
Captain Mayne Reid
We have a glimpse of him, small in the mighty silence; his faithful few about him, with fearful backward glances; a gray sea of waving grama breaking at their feet; the great mountains looking down on them.
"The Desire of the Moth; and The Come On"
Eugene Manlove Rhodes
Even here the grama grass was not entirely missing, and a nooning of two hours was taken to let the animals crop as much of it as they could find.
"Bring Me His Ears"
Clarence E. Mulford